Page 89 of When He Plays

A Sebastian Shay who didn’t look quite as put together as she’d seen him at the previous card games. His clothes were wrinkled. A dark shadow lined his jaw. And she was pretty sure that a bruise darkened his right cheek.

“Saw him nosing around your office area,” Jake rushed to say. “I got Evans, and we pulled him up here.”

Both Evans and Jake had a hand clamped around Sebastian’s shoulders.

“You didn’t pull me,” Sebastian snapped at them. “I willingly came with you because the whole reason I’m at this hotel is to see Logan!” He pointed at Logan. “We have to talk, now.” His gaze darted over Logan, then beyond Logan. To Charlotte. He raised his brows at her. “Obviously, I interrupted at an inconvenient time, but it can’t be helped.”

“You bastard.” Logan definitely did not seem pleased to see Sebastian. Understatement. “Why the hell were you nosing around the serving area?”

“What?” Sebastian yanked a hand through his hair. “Dude, I was near your office, trying to find you. Look, I need to have a private conversation⁠—”

“Did you drug Charlotte?” Logan had lunged forward, rushing at Sebastian.

And his tone…

Uh, oh.

She still had the gun behind her. No one had seen it yet.

“Drug her?” Sebastian echoed as he backed up a step. “What? Wait, wait, wait! Look, no, okay? No, I didn’t drug your girlfriend or bodyguard or whoever she’s pretending to be!”

“My wife,” Logan snarled as he grabbed Sebastian and hauled him inside. He shoved the guy against the wall and put his forearm beneath Sebastian’s throat. “Did you drug my wife?”

Sebastian’s eyes got very, very wide.

“He’s not armed,” Evans rushed to say as he came into the suite. “But, boss, we did find something on him that you need to see. Especially before you, say, assault the man.”

Jake lingered in the doorway.

“Jake, you can go,” Logan ordered, without looking his way. “Didn’t I already tell you to head out and throw some balls? That arm doesn’t practice itself.”

“You…you might need me.” Jake straightened his shoulders as he lingered in the doorway.

“I need you to make the Major Leagues.”

“I’m the one who found him!” Jake revealed. “Saw him near your office. Knew I had to get him up here. I told you before, I saw him messing around in the kitchens before Charlotte got drugged.”

Wait. Back up. “That is news to me,” Charlotte said, voice clear and carrying as she advanced on Logan and Sebastian.

Logan turned his head toward her. “Can you put on pants, sweetheart? And maybe a different shirt? Because you look too sexy right now, and I need to be focused on whether or not I kill this guy.” He pushed down harder with his arm.

“Logan!” Sebastian choked out.

“Don’t do it, sir.” Evans sidled toward him. “At least, not until I show you what I found during my search.” He lifted his hand and thrust a wallet toward Logan.

Charlotte edged closer so that she could see that wallet, too. Though it wasn’t really about the wallet. It was about the ID. And the…badge?

“Fuck me,” Logan cursed. Then, “Jake, seriously, get the hell out. You don’t want to be here if I have to kick the shit out of a US marshal.”

“A marshal?” Jake backed up. “You sure? You want me gone?”

“Evans, go with him, now.” Logan’s fierce tone demanded obedience. “Your hands need to stay clean.”

Evans nodded. “I’ll just leave his ID right here.” He dropped the wallet onto a nearby table. “He came with it deliberately, you know. We’ve searched him before and never turned up that ID and badge. He wanted us to know who he really was. He brought it to show us all.”

Logan had not let go of Sebastian.

“Maybe it’s a fake,” Evans mused as he lingered.